 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
It had all happened so fast, Ansley wasn't sure how any of it even started. Chaos. Ridiculous chaos was the only way he could describe it. He had just turned to Paul to talk to him about his banjo when his attention had been diverted by screaming at the other end of the staff table. What.. was going on? And then the Astronomy professor was down.
Paying little attention to the conversation on either side of him, Ansley leaned back in his seat a little to watch the scene unfold with concern. Others eventually came to the man's aid, so he saw little need to do so as well, instead turning his attention to the Headmistress as she made her speech, giving a half-wave to the students as his name was mentioned. He couldn't help but notice how terribly unwelcoming some were being to the um, new Divination teacher. Sure she was weird, but it was rude to point it out. To each their own, right?
Diving in to his own meal, he didn't immediately notice the bad behavior of the students, until some exceptionally loud ones came up to the table, and he caught sight of some flying potatoes as he looked up. A food fight? Really? He looked down the end of the staff table. Was no one going to put an end to this behavior? He wasn't so sure he was up to the task, being new and not anyone's head of house, but surely he couldn't eat his meal amid all the ruckus. And then reprieve (?) came in the form of rain. He was not really expected to eat holding an umbrella?
Ansley quickly cast a shield over his head so not to get wet any further and sat, first looking out at the Great Hall, then down at his plate. Hopefully this was not a sign of things to come for the rest of the term.. but he had enough excitement for one evening. His wand holding the shield over him like an umbrella, he picked up his plate with his other hand and rose from the table. "You'll all have to excuse me," he said apologetically to his table mates, offering a smile to show his good humor though he was a bit annoyed internally. "I"m off to find drier ground." Like maybe his office. It'd be nice and quiet there too, right? Surely no one would fault him, and besides, he had already done an extra duty chaperoning the train.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |